[center][h1][color=yellow]Alya'Marek vas Halla[/color][/h1][/center]
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After the firestorm had come to an end with the Blue Suns finally getting the point that it was an unwinnable fight for them, Alya shouldered her weapon following the others to the main hangar to meet up with their esteemed caller finally. While everyone seemed to bombard the volus with questions, Ayla remained silent for the time only scoffing and giving a roll of the eyes at the mention of calling their families. As if her family would care where she was. She busied herself reading through some of the other portions of the contract. She turned the omni tool off at the mention of payment and smirked in her mask. That was what she was after. Oh she would help with cleaning up the system of the rabble but her morality only went so far and morality didn't pay for ship repairs and food.

While other continued to talk and the thought of the payout ultimately in the end now resting assuredly in the back of her mind, she went about eyeing the group now having a bit more time to do so with no bullets whizzing by, of course her eye rested on the geth. She had never seen one up close, well up close and still alive. Most times she had to dispatch them before gutting them to find anything of value or use.